Tolls
I don't wanna wait for the right time these perkys in my system hittin' on time
Never gonna ask you for a lifeline I figure shit out on my own cause all my people
Lie
Rollin' down the tint we finna drive by Fuckin' on the bitch she with the wise guy
Whippin' in a rolls my ceiling sky never pay my tolls the feds got mine
And I'm in a race car drive it like it's stolen might end up behind bars, but was it all worth it
My flow on ebola, I'm sickenin' in my purses I'm flowin' on the low low, I'm writin it in cursive
Bitch, gonna watch me fall after controllin' me I cash out the mall just so you can shop for free
Call it a shopping spree, hit you with a three I ain't talkin' Paul, bitch, I'm talkin' heat
2k blacktop the way you stayin' in the streets
Run up with the mob, that's when I see him retreat
She lovin' my drip, she feelin' all over my chain
I say you number one, I'll get you dropped right at the plane
Really like grip, you can have my son we fuck off the rip, save the talking til we done
I say it again, number one Brand new Gen four, I can't wait to watch him run
Rollin' down the tint we finna drive by fuckin' on the bitch she with the wise guy
Whippin' in a rolls my ceiling sky never pay my tolls the feds got mine
And I'm in a race car drive it like it's stolen might end up behind bars, but was it all worth it
My flow on ebola, I'm sickenin' in my purses I'm flowin' on the low low, I'm writin it in cursive
Never gonna ask you for a lifeline I figure shit out on my own cause all my people
Lie
Rollin' down the tint we finna drive by Fuckin' on the bitch she with the wise guy
Whippin' in a rolls my ceiling sky never pay my tolls the feds got mine
And I'm in a race car drive it like it's stolen might end up behind bars, but was it all worth it
My flow on ebola, I'm sickenin' in my purses I'm flowin' on the low low, I'm writin it in cursive
Bitch, gonna watch me fall after controllin' me I cash out the mall just so you can shop for free
Call it a shopping spree, hit you with a three I ain't talkin' Paul, bitch, I'm talkin' heat
2k blacktop the way you stayin' in the streets
Run up with the mob, that's when I see him retreat
She lovin' my drip, she feelin' all over my chain
I say you number one, I'll get you dropped right at the plane
Really like grip, you can have my son we fuck off the rip, save the talking til we done
I say it again, number one Brand new Gen four, I can't wait to watch him run
Rollin' down the tint we finna drive by fuckin' on the bitch she with the wise guy
Whippin' in a rolls my ceiling sky never pay my tolls the feds got mine
And I'm in a race car drive it like it's stolen might end up behind bars, but was it all worth it
My flow on ebola, I'm sickenin' in my purses I'm flowin' on the low low, I'm writin it in cursive
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Writer(s): Aakash Rathee
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